‘It is inappropriate for her to speak.’
You know, I can think of plenty of times when I would have let it go. I’d have shrugged and tuned out.
But who’s he to decide it’s inappropriate for me to speak.
‘Listen, honey, dunno what’s got to you, but there’s no need to be so rude. If I wanna speak, I speak.’
The look he gives me implies he wouldn’t touch me with a bargepole. Good news. Because having looked at him, I do not want him to touch me.
‘I don’t think it’s gonna work,’ I tell the marriage broker.
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Ooh, nice. Didn’t wig the end- the zinger. Nah, definitely best to throw that one back- plenty more fish and all 🙂
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Thank you, Lynn! I had no idea it was going to end that way when I started writing, but it was a pleasant surprise …
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That should’ve read ‘Didn’t twig the end’- nothing to do with hairpieces, honest! Sometimes great ideas just hijack you 🙂
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very nice!
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A really nice twist. Liked this one alot!
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Thanks for the invitation to five pictures five stories. The timing was off for me last week as it was crazy busy. If this is a reoccurring contest I can I try to participate in the future?
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You’re welcome. I think there’s no rule that you have to start immediately when someone nominates you. So if you’d like to do it, just start whenever it suits you.
Glad you liked the story 🙂
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